Give Mr. Williams exactly what he wants

Mr. Williams is fat and old and bald. He looks sort of like that old weatherman from TV. You'd never give him the time of day for a date, but for a little fun? Why not? After all, it was what you planned to do today.

"Oh, Mr. Williams," you sigh and throw your arms around him, "you're right. I always had my eye on you at school. I've wanted you for so long."

His eyes fly open wide as you press your full lips against his and your breasts smoosh against his shirt. His surprise quickly returns to lust and his tongue pushes into your mouth. He's akward and aggressive, but you gladly make out with him, grinding your body against him. His tongue fills your mouth. His thin mustache tickles your lip.

You slide your hand down his chest, over his belly, and beneath to the fly of his slacks. His stiff prick is hard against your fingertips, tenting the fabric as he strains for release. You break the kiss with a wet smack of lips.

"Mr. Williams, you're so hard," you coo to him. "Can I see it?"

"You sure can, Joy. I'll let you see it."

He smiles and grunts as he hefts his belly and unfastens his belt.

"I've got to warn you though," he says with a sly grin, "when it comes out, it's liable to spit at you."

It's a terrible joke, but you titter like a little schoolgirl, which you guess is exactly what the pervy old principal wants. He unbuttons and unzips his pants and lets them fall to his ankles. You manage not to laugh at the tighty whitey underwear he has on and his very hairy legs. He doesn't hesitate to yank the underpants down and release his hard dick into the cool air.

Mr. Williams' cock is not very large, but it's not tiny. What it lacks in length it makes up for in thickness. The thick shaft is heavily veined and it twitches up and down. To your surprise, Mr. Williams is completely shaved.

"It's so big," you say, looking at it. "What do I do with it, Mr. Williams?"